Showing posts with label Cowboys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cowboys. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Life On Poso Creek

It is like all the other places I’ve lived….and completely foreign at the same time.

Dust hangs in the valley long after pickups and cattle have passed through.
Pigs and turkeys make their evening stroll off the hillside right around 8pm and bear and lion tracks pepper either side of the creek here by the house.

The heat is different. In the high desert you need a coat until 8am at least, and the earliest I’ve ridden out here has been 4am and I was already too warm for my thin shirt. It’s beautiful and exhausting and wonderful and I’m so happy I could bust. The horses I’m riding feel like they are getting more and more badass with every day and I’m braiding at night. Life is good.



















After a year of observing and researching Shakeology, I became a Beachbody coach and am using their shakes and workout programs. I decided to become a coach because healthy eating and exercise changed my life and saved me from almost certain death from Lyme disease. The joy of getting my life back and being able to ride my horses thanks to a different lifestyle made me want to help other people feel the same way I do now! If you’re interested, here’s my website! Take a look around and if you have any questions, please just ask!




Believe in yourself, because if you can’t, no one else will.

xo xo Liz 



Friday, May 23, 2014

Five for Friday

 Sigh. I just slammed the oven door on a pan of fudge brownies and settled down to write a short post before the dinner party starts. PS. These brownies come from Scotland originally, are over 100 years old, and if you ask nicely I’ll share the recipe with you. Wink, wink.



Next week I’m loading up Blue Duck (Adrian’s horse) and Fat Albert (my horse), my bedroll, kitchen stuff and braiding gear and heading up to Bakersfield to hang out with my friend Nicole for the summer, focus on my writing, and play cowboy. I’m so excited I could bust, it’s been a loooong time since I’ve gone somewhere new and I can’t wait to get my roping arm back in shape.



For all of you heading off to rodeos, parties, and BBQ’s for the weekend, please be safe and remember the real reason behind Memorial Day Weekend: To honor the lives of those who paid the ultimate sacrifice for their country. I’m so proud to be an AMERICAN!!

My friend, fellow blogger, and cowboy boot collector Monica from Jersey Girl, Texan Heart always posts a 5 for Friday, and she inspired me to make my own. Thanks Monica!! 

Five for Friday

1. Take time occasionally to kick up your heels and relax with friends.
2. Never underestimate the power of a simple “Thank you!”
3. Silver jewelry is always elegant.
4. Take pride in the way your horses, gear, and pickup look.

5. Always carry chap stick with you!


xo xo Liz 



Wednesday, May 21, 2014

For the Love of a Good Dog: How to Train a Cowdog Part 1

Horses, people and dogs all have something in common: no matter how low key it is, they are in the process of being trained. The way you halter your horse, allow people to talk to you or load your dog up in the pickup: you’re training. An uncomfortable thought from my point of view when it comes to dogs. Like I mentioned last month, the most useful thing I could offer my dog Tiff when we were moving cattle, were super helpful commands like “Plug that hole!’ or “Get back dammit!”

So when it came time to write this article, I went running with my proverbial tail between my legs, to the guys who have been using dogs to help them get the job done for years. Jon Griggs of Elko, NV and Ben Hay of Bakersfield, CA kindly offered their advice and experience to those of us who are interested in starting their own cowdog, but lack the knowledge.

When I first met Ben, he was working at the 25 Ranch, outside of Battle Mountain, NV. Today, Ben is cowboying at the Simon-Newman Ranch outside of Gustine, CA and is closely shadowed by a pack of dogs that he trained himself.


One of Ben's pups, getting to go to "work" in the pickup!


“We always had dogs growing up on the ranch, so it was natural for me to start using them,” Ben remembers. “Starting a dog is a lot like starting a horse, you need to work with them every day. When I start my weaner pups, I like them to know that I’m the alpha in the relationship, that they’re a dog. I don’t want him in the house or in bed with me. He’s a dog, not a person.”

Behind me there’s a thud as my dog jumps down from her comfy spot on my bed. Oops.

For Jon Griggs, using dogs was natural as well. “When I was a kid, we always used dogs and I always liked them. Never really got to do much professionally with them until I came to Maggie Creek, and Jeff Hanson had dogs and he kind of got me started. That was 20 years ago. When you’re just getting started, you’d want to know what your goals are with what you’re going to do with your dog. A guy in Florida is going to need to get different things accomplished with his dog than a guy in Nevada. Decide what you want to do with your dog, then pick the right breed. Try and pick a pup from parents that do what you want it to do. For me, that’s a border collie. I strayed away a little bit, but I’m heading back to them as fast as I can.”

Some of Jon's dogs, eager and ready to get started with the day!


Ben prefers Bordie Collies as well. “They just want to be with you more, and I don’t like to have to hold my dog’s hand every step of the way. I’d rather have him want to hang around me. If you don’t get along with a dog, don’t drive yourself and him crazy. Get rid of him and try a different breed. It’s personal preference and what works for one person won’t work for another.”

“‘Come here’ is the first command I teach a pup when I start working with him. “ says Ben. “I spend about 15 minutes at the end of every day, with my pup on a long line and we work on “stop,” or “lay down.” I like to use ‘stop’ because at some point working cattle they’re going to get really excited, so if you can get them to stop and focus, you can help them learn to think under pressure.”

Jon uses the same principle when he starts his pups, but he uses a different command: “I like to use a dog’s name as opposed to a ‘come here’ because at some point you may want to work multiple dogs together. If you use their name you can call one separate from the other.”

The thought of working more than one dog at a time personally makes me want to have a panic attack, but I can see how having that ability would be desirable, especially to someone working by themselves. 

Jon uses three basic commands on his dogs: a recall command, “out” and “down.”
“You can teach them that ‘out’ word with a show stick. You don’t have to wack ‘em with it but just kind of poke them to make them move away from you and then release the pressure. I just keep working on it till if I said that word 5 times, my dogs would be out of sight. The ‘down’ command works like a ‘sit’ and ‘stay’ for me. It’s really handy if you can put a cord on your pup and use it to teach him ‘down.’ You can step over that cord so it’s between your boot heel and the ground, and when you say down, you pull the cord so it helps him lay down. If you use that to teach them down, I think it’s a little bit better than using your hands. I don’t want them to think they’re in trouble.”


Check back to read about starting your pup on livestock, and what bad habits to avoid when working.

*First published in the Nevada Rancher. Like them on Facebook or call 866) 644-5011 for a free copy. 


Saturday, February 23, 2013

Introducing Stumps, the Ranch Cat

Once upon a time, there was a cat whose name was Stumps.

He was as black as the night sky and as a tough as a whole litter of Catahoula puppies. He was born and raised on a ranch in Northern California and thought he would always live there.

One day, the owner's of the ranch died.
The owner's son, Jim, who was a very jolly, good fellow, came and took Stumps across the valley to live at his ranch.

Stumps thought this was a very stupid idea.

He liked HIS ranch. So he ran away, the whole 2 miles back to his place.

2 miles is a very long run for a cat. He was very paw-sore.

Jim came and got Stumps, afraid that he would get hungry now that no one was living there with him. Stumps ran away again.

This continued until one day a family moved into the house on Stump's ranch.

He decided to let them stay because his tail had been eaten off by a coyote and all that remained was a stump and the stump got an aching kind of kink in it that was hard to get at because he didn't have opposing thumbs.

The family obligingly pulled the kink out of his stump once a day.

Stumps showed the family what a stud he was.

He caught them burrowing owls and triumphantly left the remains on their door step.
He went on walks with the family, his tongue lolling out of his mouth and panting like an African lion.
He even liked to sit and watch when they roped the dummy, as long as they did not try and rope him. He fought big rabbits who tried to slice him up with their powerful hind legs, and when he won, he left the remains with the owls on the doorstep.

Stumps liked to sleep under the porch at night because the coyote who ate his tail really wanted to eat the rest of Stumps, too!

Stumps liked to sneak into the house and sleep on the back of the couch during the day. One day, the family noticed Stumps wasn't moving very much. And he'd got awfully skinny. And when he tried to lap up water for a little drink it would dribble out of his mouth. Stumps had gotten in an awful fight with something that ate half his tongue out!!! He was very sick for a while, but because he was Stumps the amazing Ranch Cat, he survived.












What sort of adventures will Stumps have next? Only time will tell, so stay tuned....for more Adventures of Stumps the Ranch Cat!!

xo xo Liz

Photo Credit: The very talented and lovely mums!! AKA The mums, or Alison Brannan


Saturday, February 9, 2013

Heifers, Shotguns and Lingerie....Valentine's Day Buckaroo Barbie Style

Adrian and I got a request the other day to write a post on ways to spend Valentine's Day that are still special even if you're living out in the middle of nowhere and cooking for your man is a daily occurrence. And we are more than happy to comply! We got to talking about our favorite Valentine's that we had spent with boyfriends, and we both realized that our favorite memories are actually pretty "tame"...time spent at home together after riding colts and finishing shows...no trumpets blaring or cupids giggling in the corner, just enjoyment of a quiet moment spent with the one you care about.

Adrian's favorite Valentine was spent in town, singing at some show in the afternoon and then riding colts with her boyfriend in the evening. She says it's her favorite because they weren't stressed or in a hurry and then they went inside and made dinner together and watched the Hangover. Truly romantic stuff right there.

My favorite Valentine was spent miles from town and my boyfriend and I went to the local bar after a long and cold day of riding colts in the snow because I was too tired to cook! It was grand fun, there was no one there, stuffed pork chops were on the menu and the owner lit a candle for us, which we all thought was hilarious because I'm pretty un-romantic!!

So if you can't make it into town for a movie, expensive dinner and a night filled with chocolate and lace and silk sheets, don't despair!! You can still have grand fun!

Buckaroo Barbie Scenario #1

It's snowy and cold and you and your Buckaroo Man have a bunch of first time heifers to calve out. You're going to be tired, your honey will be tired so don't make elaborate plans in your head and then be disappointed and heartbroken if some mama cow's labor pains take preference over Valentine's Day. Keep it sweet and simple. Plan something for dinner that doesn't depend on having hours of free time to prepare it. Something hot and spicy in the crock pot, perhaps? When you go to town for your grocery shop this weekend pick up some champagne and strawberries as a treat. When it's dinner time (whenever that may be), pile up a bunch of pillows and blankets in front of your fireplace or wood stove picnic style, and serve your dinner on trays! As a treat pour you and your baby the champagne you picked up in town (but let him open the bottle, make him feel all manly), add a couple of strawberries and you have a romantic winter picnic dinner, even if one or both of you has to rush back out into the dark of the night far too soon!! 


Menu
Spicy Beef Stew
Biscuits served with Honey Butter
Basque Salad 
Champagne served with Strawberries 

Outfit:
Winter Cap
House Slippers
Fresh Jeans 
Spritz of perfume 
Lip Gloss 

Cold Hands, Warm Heart Playlist:
Mariposa Wind: Mike Beck
Little Lion Man: Mumford and Sons
Awake and Alive: Skillet
Gypsy Woman: Muddy Waters
Rain Patty Griffin
Hands:Adrian
All American Nightmare: Hinder
Love Never Comes At All: Ian Tyson
9 to 5: Dolly Parton
Marry Me: Train
Cowboy Girl: Any Old Time String Band
Roll On Owyhee: Ian Tyson
Angel of the Morning: Juice Newton
Sun is Gonna Rise: Bill Miller

No matter if you're calving, dancing, laughing, wishing you were sleeping or eating, love is beautiful.

Buckaroo Barbie Scenario #2 

It's a clear, cold and beautiful Valentine's Day. What's a Buckaroo Barbie to do? Why shoot some clays of course!! Fill a thermos up with coffee, grab a baggie of cookies and a box of shells and head on out with your sweetheart for some friendly competition!! Instead of playing "pig" (you have the letters p-i-g to miss, and whoever spells pig first loses), play a game of love! Loser forfeits a kiss. Once you and your man are thoroughly chilled, head home, wipe the snow off your barbecue and fire her up! Make dinner together and yes, he has to help too!! After your amazing meal play a game of cards, cribbage, braid some rawhide or just watch a movie. And enjoy just being you with just him. 

Menu
BBQ'd Elk Steaks
Twice Baked Potatoes 
Cheesy Cauliflower 
Homemade Sangria 
Chocolate Chip Cookies 

Outfit:
Puffer Vest or jacket
Hair in Pigtails
Nails painted alternating pink and red
80's Old Man Ball Cap
A Smile

Shooting & Grooving Playlist:
Shoot To Thrill: ACDC
Dad's Gonna Kill Me: Richard Thompson
Touch of Evil: Tom Russell
Photograph: Nickleback
Sorry: Gary Allen
Fastest Girl in Town: Miranda Lambert
Fuzzy: Randy Rogers Band
Ain't No Rest For the Wicked: Cage the Elephant
Cavvy Song: Adrian
Sweet Dreams: Eurythmics
Thrift Shop: Macklemore and Ryan Lewis
Summer of Love: Mike Beck
Highwayman: The Highwayman
The Steeldust Line: Ian Tyson
Wanted Dead or Alive: (Tom Cruise Version)



Couples that ride, rope and shoot together...stay friends forever. 

Buckaroo Barbie Scenario #3

Your man has free time and you've been planning this night for a week. There's fresh flowers on the table, sour heart shaped candy and chocolate kisses piled in tempting heaps around the house. Your special Buckaroo Barbie Playlist is quietly playing in the background and everything is almost ready. The table is opulent...covered with a table cloth and flowers, candles and pearls dripping off its sides. You built a frothy, frilly fort in the living room for you and your man to watch Rocky from later, once dinner is over. Hey, if everything else is so girly, he outta be allowed to watch a manly-man movie at least, right?! Right! You've showered, curled your hair into Victoria's Secret model worthy waves and are all dressed up in your town clothes, even though you have no intention of heading into town. All you have to do is wait for your Prince Charming in Chinks to arrive and your romantic evening will commence. 

Menu: 
Starter of Salmon Spread and Cheese and Crackers
Steak with Whiskey Sauce
Loaded Baked Potatoes 
Garlic Green Beans 
Fresh Loaf of Sourdough Bread 
Red Wine with Dinner
Red Waldorf Astoria Cake
Coffee and Bailey's Irish Cream

Outfit:
Your Prettiest Underwear
A Dress...(it could be as simple as a sweater dress with leggings and your town boots or as special as your fancy black wrap dress and bare feet.) 
Simple jewelry

Romance at the Ranch Playlist:
Romance in Durango: Bob Dylan
Come Over: Kenny Chesney
Hot Summer Tears: Ian Tyson
Sweet Disposition: Temper Trap
At Last: Etta James
Campfire Waltz: Dave Stamey
I and Love and You: The Avett Brothers
North Dakota: Lyle Lovett
For You: Angus and Julie Stone
Stacks: Bon Iver
Striptease: Hinder
Just a Dream: Nelly
Sunlight On Silver: Jesse Ballantyne
Spanish Ranch CowboyCalifornia Girl: Adrian
Love Me Tender: Catlin Martin

Bare feet or heels, diamonds or pearls....you keep me coming back for more. 


These were just our ideas, Dolls and we had so much fun putting our heads together and coming up with some different scenarios. Just remember you don't have to follow ANY RULES to have a wonderful and special Valentine's Day with your love. Just be you. Do what you want. And smile.

Picture Credit: Adrian 


And for you gals who are single, don't worry!! We've got an awesome post coming up especially for you in the next couple of days!!

xo xo Liz and Adrian






Thursday, January 17, 2013

Lady Legs & Stretching Hides

A few stormy days ago I was sitting in front of my wood stove, toasting my feet and working on the How To Hair: Vintage Roll Updo post and feeling rather poorly. Our sorta neighbors, the Dunlaps, blew in with a gust of wind after checking their cows and some great news: there was an old cow down who would be perfect for braiding if I wanted her. I could go get the hide the next morning once she had expired. After giving me directions to where she was, Jim and Julie blew back away. I was a happy little gal. The next morning I woke up seriously under the weather. Like bad sick. Like, can't get out of bed sick. I was so upset, there was a hide down there waiting for me and I couldn't go get it!! It turns out that Jim and Julie are actually angels in disguise because that night there was a freshly skinned hide waiting for me on the fence. I might have even shed a little tear of happiness. Thank you both. :) 

I don't have a frame right now and since I wanted to stretch this hide now, I improvised and pretended that the barn frame was my frame. I don't need to do my arm-workout this evening. I also wore my Pretty Westy cap, which actually made me feel pretty westy. hehehe And I used my new lady's leg knife from Lil' Red Roan. I'm pleased to announce that this knife holds an edge and can also double as a can opener. BAM. Awesomeness. 













You're looking at my future pair of reins right there....happy dance! 

Hope you all have a wonderful evening! 

xo xo Liz 


Saturday, January 5, 2013

A Saturday Ramble Thru Cigarette Smoke & Poly Ropes


Happy Saturday, Dolls and Gents!

It’s overcast and grey here, the clouds heavy and saturated looking. Mornings like this I wish that I could paint, that I could perfectly capture the right blend of grey and blue on a canvas and so keep that wild and windy feeling forever.

I am brimming with ideas and ambition this morning, my list sitting here in front of me, items waiting impatiently to be checked off throughout the day. I woke up this morning feeling as sick as a dog…I’m thinking that if I only notice it in a sideways manner the feeling will slink off like a stray…that’s what I’m hoping for anyway.

Adrian and I are home for a week or so, and the days to be spent here at home with the mums and dad and dogs and horses, stretch out in front of me like a red carpet, inviting and full of possibilities. I want to use this time to catch up on things I miss when we’re on the road, gypsying it from show to show…like my braiding, shooting clays, riding my fat horse and roping the dummy with dad. It’s an odd feeling, bouncing back and forth between traveling, being on the road, going from show to show, to being home where the rhythm of life is different, a little calmer maybe. When Adrian and I are on the road, we wake up sometimes at 2:30am so she can get to TV and radio interviews on time, then she has sound checks in the afternoon and a show at night, which generally lasts until the early morning while she talks to fans and visits with people about bucking horses, guitars and singing. Then there’s a day of traveling and the process in some form or other repeats itself. I love being on the road with Adrian and she gets really restless when we haven’t seen the blacktop in a while. When we’re home, we’re home. It’s lovely. I wake up and have coffee with dad, he tells me about his business and I tell him how Buckaroo Barbie is coming and what we hope to achieve with it. I go on runs, lift weights, eat whenever I want, do massive loads of laundry, cook with my mums at night and get caught back up on my sleep quotient. It’s like two polar opposites and I love both in different ways.



“These are the good old days.” I keep reminding myself.

The sounds of an Italian voice drift around my head like the cigarette smoke I haven’t smoked in months, lilting, lyrical sounds that I feel my tongue used to know before it knew the English I speak now. I’m trying to learn Italian, and the voice coming from my computer has me repeating, “La donna quida una macchina!” “Cane” and “L’uomo mangia.” Adrian got the amazing opportunity to preform in Italy last spring, and I got to go as well! We hadn’t been in Europe since we moved back to America from Scotland and the experience was wonderful. I hadn’t flown an international flight since I was 12 and either the seats have gotten smaller or my butt has gotten bigger. I’m afraid it’s the latter that’s to blame. I didn’t understand why people in ITALY wanted to hire Adrian to sing cowboy music?! At a ranch roping, no less! But then we got off the plane, I hugged Drew and Natalia, and it was like coming home. The appreciation and love the Italian buckaroos have for cowboying and the West really reminded me of how I felt when we lived in Scotland. I missed it so much that it felt like a hole had been punched out of my middle somewhere, and that hurt, that aching desire is what pushed me to learn as much as I could about cowboying again when we moved back to America. I admire these buckaroos who desperately want to find a better way to get a long with their horses, finding times and places to rope when roping is looked upon as cruel in Italy. They have a certain spunk and desire that I admire, that I want to cultivate in my life. So I work on my Italian here in my California bunkhouse, in the hope that one-day I will go back and be able to communicate and live in Italy for a time, a Buckaroo Barbie in an old land.



I shove my bare feet into sheepskin slippers (I hardly wear shoes when we’re home), and walk into the saddle shop to start organizing my rawhide, so I can start braiding again. My head is full of electric guitar rifts, red/white/blue poly ropes, painted and quilled elk hides, new cowboy boots and dreams of a Van Norman colt….dreams and goals and happenings all mixed up in a jumble of happiness.

I am home.

It is good.



xo xo Liz